Sooooooo beautiful. This is the most visually gorgeous Bollywood film I've seen yet. The building, the landscapes, the clothing, the lit-up floor, the dancing, the flowers....
Which might be why the post-intermission seems so jarring and dull, when they go to "Italy" (really Hungary, I am pleased to learn, because that location certainly didn't look like any of the Italian cities I've visited). Is it supposed to seem like that? Maybe it's to enforce the contrast between the breezy, brilliant, swirling love we assume Nandini and Sameer have, and the more solid, stable, serving love that Nandini and Vanraj have.
I'm growing increasingly fond of the stock fesity female character. It appeals to the Jane Austen fan in me, I think.
The author of Bollywood Boy talks about how Salman Khan loves to show off his upper body. I counted at least four shirtless scenes in this movie, one of which being unbelievably superfluous: when the women of the house challenge the men to name one thing men can do that women can't, the men gather in a huddle then yell "This!" while ripping off their shirts. Whatever.
Shirtlessness aside, I still do not get what the big deal about Salman Khan is. Is it not possible to really understand an actor's skills if you don't understand what he's saying? Maybe that's it. (But I get why Aamir Khan is considered a substantial actor, and I get why Shah Rukh Khan is beloved, even if I fall to his charms only against my better judgement.)